My Brother's 20th Birthday

My name is Andrew, and I am a senior at USC. A couple of years ago, I ended up being in a study group of four where one of the other members was this incredibly cute and quintessential girl next door April. She was out of my league but familiarity helped and somehow I managed to avoid being friend zoned. We started our relationship a year later when I gathered the courage to ask her out, and to my utter surprise she said yes.

Even though we had been seeing each other for more than a year, we had only recently had sex - in fact, I had seen April naked for the first time merely a couple of months ago after twelve months of courtship. She, like me, had only dated one person in the past and both of us were fairly inexperienced sexually for our age, caused by nerdiness and a lack of confidence in my case, and a strict religious upbringing - she was second generation immigrant from India - in hers.

Leonard, my younger brother, was different to me in almost every aspect. A good looking and confident man, he had always had success with women and had a long list of 'conquests' to boast about. He was also street smart and commercial, and had sold his app the year before for a cool $350k - a significant amount of money for his age. This allowed him to get his own place, while I, the elder son, still lived with my parents.

Leo, as my brother was fondly called, had put together a party not only to celebrate his 20th birthday, but to also show off his new apartment to his friends. Knowing his disdain and lack of respect for me, I wasn't sure if I would be invited, and when I was, I didn't feel like going out of jealousy and humiliation of lagging so far behind my brother almost three years younger. It was April who convinced me to attend, or rather us to attend since she was invited too, saying how family meant a lot in her culture. I resisted but gave in, on the condition that we would drop in late and leave early. She agreed.

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We reached my brother's apartment at 11pm, four hours after the time of the invite, expecting the party to start winding down soon. Leonard opened the door, and gave us a very warm welcome, saying how he was worried we won't show up and that the celebration wasn't the same without his big brother. I'm not sure if it was genuine affection or the alcohol talking, but I immediately felt guilty, and decided not to rush our exit. He also welcomed April, complimenting her on her outfit - she had chosen a pair of gray sequin shorts with a white t-shirt, looking really classy.

There were about 20 people in the hall, about a third of them women, and Leonard took took us around, introducing us to everyone. A couple of gin tonics appeared almost magically for both of us, and we started to mingle.

About half hour had elapsed since our arrival, and April and I had settled in. Even though most of the guests were my brother's age, the conversations were pleasant and entertaining for the most part. At this point, Leo came up to us and whispered that he had bought a couple of really expensive tequila bottles, asking if April and I would like to try them in a smaller group. Before I could decide, April conveyed an enthusiastic yes, and both of us followed him to his bedroom.

There were three other people already inside - Spanky, Leo's partner on the app who was my age, Bethany, Spanky's date, and Crooney, Leo's best friend since childhood. I knew Crooney very well and had met Spanky before, but the girls were both new to everyone and a quick round of introductions was made.

Leonard produced a bottle of Don Julio Ultima, a $1100 bottle he told us, to the hushed cheers of this small gathering. "We only have four bottles, so let's make it count," he added. Four bottles between the six of us didn't really seemed like a paucity to me, but I kept it to myself.

Now an expensive tequila like this is to be sipped slowly and enjoyed leisurely, but to a 20 year old with thousands of dollars to blow, it was a way to get drunk. "A drink so smooth means no hangovers," he professed, trying to get everyone in the spirit of relentless drinking.

Six shot glasses, luxurious looking with gold dust sprikled at the bottom, quickly appeared and were filled to the brim immediately. "To Kaktus," he said, toasting his app, and everyone downed their drinks with a cheer. Expensive things are expensive for a reason - the shot went down so smooth, that everyone was ready for their next one right away. "Thank you for being a part of my life," he said, triggering a series of hugs from everyone.

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We had all downed our fourth shot, and the effects were starting to show, especially on the two girls. Bethany - Beth - was now sitting in Spanky's lap, kissing his deeply every few minutes. Her denim skirt had ridden higher, and she had progressively started caring less about flashing her red panties every now and then. Spanky on his part had one of his hands going in and out of her top. April and I had also kissed a couple of times but were comparatively a lot more restraint, though this public display was also a first for the usually reserved April.

As Leo started pouring the next round of shots, both the girls immediately protested. "I know you love your rug Leo," Beth said, "and that you won't like to clean puke off of it."

Spanky and Leo pushed back, egging the girls to have one more. But Beth's mind was made up. After a fair bit of back and forth, she proposed a solution. "Why don't I miss this round, as a way to make it up to you I can flash you boys my panties."

There was silence in the room hearing this. Everyone looked up to Spanky, her date, who was grinning ear to ear. "Works very well for me," he said.

"And Leo," added Beth with a giggle, "Don't pretend you haven't been eyeing a peek all evening."

"I, no, I mean..." stammered Leo, to everyone's laughter.

"It's alright," Beth ended his discomfort, "You're the man of the evening. Happy Birthday, Leo."

With this, she climbed out of Spanky's lap, and pulled up her denim skirt to show off the red panties we all had seen glimpses of over the last 20 minutes. She turned around to show her scantily clad tight ass, and her date used the opportunity to spank her right in front of us. "I had to live up to my nickname," Spanky said, making everyone laugh.

Beth's display would have lasted less than a minute, but time had slowed down and it seemed like ages by the time she covered up and sat back in Spanky's lap. My reverie was broken when I heard the question directed to April. "So what will it be for you," Leo asked, "A flash or a shot?"

"I cannot drink any more," she replied. I expected her to vociferously deny both options, but her response had certainly left open the possibility of her showing off her panties.

"No problem," said one of the boys. "Let's see what you got in there."

April looked towards me, as if looking either for my permission or my encouragement. I was too stunned and drunk to think clearly, and provided neither. I guess she took my silence as tacit approval and stood up. "Do I really need to do this?" she asked, but it was clearly a rhetorical question as her hands were already fumbling with the buttons of her shorts.

April had now undone the buttons and the zipper of her shorts but was standing frozen in inaction. Beth started the "Take it off" chant and the boys joined in. Embarrassed, April hid her face behind both her palms and proclaimed that she couldn't do it. I was relieved - I certainly didn't want her to go ahead with this but there was no way I could have dictated terms here without coming out as a controlling asshole, especially after Spanky had been so cool about Beth's exposure.

My relief was short lived though as April stood up and walked to the middle of the room. It was clear that she would be going through with it, and the realization made a big churn in my stomach.

So here she was, at the center of the room and of everyone's attention, with one arm coyly hiding her face and the other hand fumbling with the buttons of her gray shorts. Her white t-shirt was barely long enough to reach her belly button, so I knew that once the shorts came off, it would be an uninterrupted view of her panty clad groin and bottoms. It took her an eternity but the button and the zipper finally came off, bringing a black fabric in the view. A bit of a push, a bit of a wiggle and then the pull of the gravity all came together thereafter, and her shorts were soon in a puddle at her ankles. Her black panties seemed a lot fancier and sexier than what Beth had on. I realized that the fancy lingerie was originally for my benefit, but it was now a spectacle for my brother two years younger and his friends.

Crooney got up, took April's hand and gently turned her around. The panties had a convex cut - not a thong but they had a much smaller coverage of the ass cheaks than Beth's red underwear. Everyone whistled an appreciation of the sight, and when Spanky got up and smacked my girlfriend's half naked ass in front of the roomfull, there was a loud laughter. I didn't appreciate one bit, and while April's first reaction was a gasp, her playful and mock slapping of Spanky's arm betrayed the fact that she was enjoying the attention.

Eventually she did pull up her shorts, though I noticed that the button and the zipper remained undone, flaunting a peek of her underwear probably for the rest of the night. Everyone settled down, and now that the girls had paid their dues, the boys dutifully poured their shots and downed them. While we probably all had better capacities to hold our drinks vs the girls, the effect of relentless drinking were starting to show up. Between the booze and the teasing from the girls, everyone was a bit louder and more animated. I could also see that boys were a bit more touchy-feely while speaking with the girls now. Nothing alarming - just a tap of the shoulder, an arm around the waist etc - but the environment was certainly more relaxed than it was half an hour ago.

Suddenly someone remembered that we hadn't had a shot in a while, and the dreaded bottle made a return. Leo poured out six shots, but just as he started handing them out, April started to back out saying that she would pass out if she didn't wait a bit longer before drinking any more. "I promise I'll have the second one."

But Leo was having none of that, "You can't skip two in a row. And besides, its been poured already, and we can't waste good tequila!"

April protested some more, and much as I feared, someone suggested a forfeit for missing the drink. "Take your shirt off," Spanky suggested and everyone hooted a yes.

"No way I'm doing that," said April. I was relieved but also a bit surprised. She clearly enjoyed giving everyone the show when she took her shorts off, and I had feared she'll agree to taking the shirt off a lot more easily.

"Come on, its no big deal," Beth said and for the briefest of moments flashed her own bra. It was a very quick move where she lifted the bottom of her tshirt with one hand, and all we could see was a nanosecond of a black shiny fabric. "And this is when I have agreed to the shot!" she reminded.

But April remained very reluctant. I knew that Beth's actions had prompted her previous bout of audacity, but this time seemed different. I started to wonder why. April was wearing a bra underneath her t-shirt - the shape was discernible under the fabric and I was sure I had seen the white straps a couple of times. Why was taking her t-shirt off so much more embarrassing? In any case, one would expect more resistance towards the first act of exhibitionism than the second.

"Why you so shy Ape," Beth asked. "Hiding some ugly scars?"

"No, she's perfect," I blurted out even though the question wasn't addressed to me. Honestly, it was a reflex reaction because of the puzzle in my own head. But it was immediately taken as my love for my girlfriend and met with awws.

Unfortunately, April took my comment as my endorsement for her to go ahead. "Ok, ok I'll do it," she said, "But I'm doing it only because you want me to," she added looking at me. Before I could react, she was back to the center of the room, tugging awkwardly at the bottom of her tshirt. She lifted it a bit, bringing a bit of her abdomen into the view, and paused with hesitation. It was a repeat display of her embarrassed yet determined face, her body language oozing a weird, nervous excitement. A pregnant pause later she had a long inhale and pulled the tshirt off her body and threw it off.

April's hair, disheveled from the act of removing her tshirt, were covering her face and she didnt bother adjusting it for a few seconds. And it was amply clear what the source of her hesitation was. April's bra was of a lacy, almost see through fabric leaving very little to imagination and allowing a very clear view of her pink nipples. The nipples I had seen for the first time barely weeks ago were now minimally concealed from my brother and his friends, most of whom had met my girlfriend for the first time tonight.

It was Leo who broke the silence. "As the birthday boy and the host, I approve this outfit." The weak joke was enough to puncture the tension in the air, allowing April to laugh nervously as well. This was followed by some more compliments both on her looks and her confidence. Even I received some praise for being a supportive and open minded boyfriend, and while it did not do much to subdue my feelings of jealousy, it did shut down any window I had for expressing my displeasure over this exposure.

It also started to dawn on me that the forfeit this time wasn't a one time flash of the bra - April was to sit through the rest of the night without her tshirt. It didn't make that much of a difference but was annoying nevertheless to witness this unending exposure.

Now that April's wager had been paid, everyone else readied to have their shots. But since the tequila had already been poured for everyone, there was an unclaimed glass in our midst. "We can't waste good booze," said Leo. "Someone needs to have it."

Noone volunteered and people looked at me to step in for my girlfriend. But no way I was going to have another drink and risk passing out, leaving my half naked girlfriend amongst this group of horny young men. So I declined. It was Spanky who finally volunteered, but he said that he needs an incentive to take one for the team. "Since it is April's fault that we have an extra pour, she needs to make it worth my while. I want her to sit in my lap and make me have the drink."

I was shocked hearing this. What an audacious thing to say in a room where his girlfriend and April's boyfriend were both sitting! "I don't think it's appropriate, mate," I finally showed some courage and spoke up for the first time. But then, as a hedge to show that my objection didn't come from a place of personal insecurity, I added how it'll be disrespectful to both the women.

Unfortunately, Beth immediately said that she was cool as it wasn't a big deal. And April also didn't object much to my disappointment. So it was settled - everyone but April had their shot together. And then April picked up the last one and walked towards Spanky. At that time I imagined she would sit with her back to Spanky, and hopefully place her ass near his knee. But April decided to straddle him to sit in his lap facing him. Spanky helped her maneuver into this more difficult pose, which ended up with him grabbing her ass a few times right in everyone's view. Once she was sitting in his lap, his hands alternated between squeezing her ass again and sliding up and down the naked skin of her torso. And since she had left the button and zipper of her shorts undone, Spanky's finger briefly grazed the top her panties too. Through those moments, my girlfriend's nearly naked tits remained within inches of his face. It was humiliating, but I couldn't help being aroused by the situation developing right in front of me.

Eventually April did make him have the shot, to bring an end to the episode. She leaned further into him and used her fingers to wipe his lips of residual tequila. She then started to climb out of his lap, but it wasn't accomplished without another round of generous assistance from Spanky, who used the opportunity to grab and grope her once again, including what seemed like squeezing one of her tits for a fraction of a second. If any of this upset April, she didn't show any of it. In fact, she remained in a good and giggly mood all through, which probably had kept encouraging Spanky to keep trying his luck with more.

Things took a minor, but certainly discernible turn towards raunchiness from thereon. April remained semi-topless in her see-through bra, and the boys would often find an excuse to throw their arm around her, feeling her bare skin in the process. At one point Leo wanted to show her some pictures on his phone, and he gently guided her to sit in his lap while he scrolled through his gallery, with his free arm draped around her all through. Spanky would, supposedly as a joke, stare right at her tits while speaking with her. He did it in a way that made it seem like an exaggerated joke that even his girlfriend couldn't help but laugh on, but it remained a fact that he was staring openly and with immunity at my girlfriend's nipples right in front of me and getting away with it. Beth joined in the fun too, and being a girl, she was able to push the boundaries even further by "honking" April's boobs a couple of times as a joke. However, Crooney was the one who took it frightfully further by pretending to "accidentally" knock down the straps of April's bra whenever he spoke to her. Just like Spanky, he did it with such animation and exaggeration, that it felt like a harmless joke and neither of April or I ended up objecting to what he was doing.

Another half an hour passed, and the dreaded tequila made its way back. I was worried about the forfeit if April ended up missing her drink again, but having missed the last couple of shots, she was comfortable to have one this time. I was certainly relieved, though I did wonder if more alcohol in her system would further erode her inhibitions. Anyhow, Leo took out the tequila bottle and poured six shots for the six people in the room. He then paused, looked up the bottle, and drained the rest of it's contents to make its last shot, a seventh. "Might as well finish this one and break open a new one in the next round," he said. Everyone picked up their shots, toasted my brother's successful start-up once again, and gulped down the tequila.

"This brings us to this seventh shot," said Leo. "Who's gonna have it?"

"Let's spin the bottle for it," someone suggested, and it was agreed. Everyone gathered around the bottle, Leo spun it and a few seconds later it stopped pointing somewhere between Leo himself and Spanky to his right. But Leo grabbed the bottle and tilted it a bit to his left and exclaimed that it was April who had to have the shot. She protested, but when Leo asked if anyone else thought he had manipulated the bottle, no one agreed. It wasn't surprising - the three boys wanted an opportunity to push things further with April, while Beth was worried to draw the attention to herself. I tried to speak up in April's favour but since I was slurring my words a bit, Leo said that my observation didn't count.

Even though April had staged a mild protest, she didn't seem particularly upset by the progression of events. She was anyway in a flirtatious mood, and the latest shot had put her inhibitions further behind. Even her objections were laced with physical gestures towards the boys, like mock slapping them on the arm, or burying her face in mock shame into their chests.

"I really can't have another one," she said, "And neither do I want to take my shorts off." The boys all booed, but I loved it that she was finally drawing a clear line.